Meijiawu, a village deep in the tea mountain, at a glance, sighs at how happy people are living here, with such a good environment and air as a fairyland on earth. In the morning, the mountain mist is shrouded, and the clouds and mists in the rainy day are shrouded. Tea in the mountains, surrounded by mist, is a smart world, cool, pure and ethereal. In addition to green, it is still green. Close your eyes and listen quietly. Insects are singing in the grass, birds are melodious and bright, breezes are blowing, leaves are interwoven and fluctuate with each other. Between the rhymes of bamboo and flowers, it is hard to distinguish the fragrance. The harder you work, the more you look for it, the harder it is to know. The transparency of the glass, through the pure water, becomes a cup of tea without any impurities, yellow-green water shadow, pure, inclusive, calm and relaxed in the cup. Almost every household under the mountain has its own tea. Nowadays, they no longer make a living on it. But tea is a kind of affection passed down from generation to generation, a habit that has already been integrated into life, and an annual expectation of hope. Some residents along the street set up sunshade umbrellas, opened small tea houses, farm renovation shops, most of them are simple and natural, tea fragrance lingering, with the charm of Jiangnan culture, ancient signs engraved with the spirit of landscape, waiting for people to come here, taste a cup of tea, complain a heartfelt. Maybe it's just like drinking tea, diluting the bitterness, sweetness and five flavors in one cup. Meijiawu is connected with Longjing, the only mountain road in the city where bicycles, cars and pedestrians can be seen at the same time. Unexpectedly, a sports car with a very low chassis will whistle past, and masked Knight-errants wearing helmet and tights will often be seen flying by. Their vision is green as flowing water. Only by hiking, can they stick to the scene carefully. Children on the side of the road are in the stream without their feet. While playing, the newcomers hand in hand face the sunshine and sweet laughter, the tourists look down at the road and pat the sky, the elderly carrying shoulder bags spirit walking on the smooth mountain road. Relative to this unchanged mountain forest, pedestrians are like running water. What is unchanged here is that every tree, every tea garden stands quietly, watching the silence of Hangzhou in the changing color and the length of the shadows in the sky. In the afternoon, the clouds are floating. When the wind blows, the leaves shake... When it rains, it drips into rivers. In different seasons, we can always see its different beauty. This is a place you would like to save time to date.